Christians are softer now
than when you had a child from sex in Lent,
when you were supposed to be abstinent,
and were hung from the nearest bough.
That might have been a bit harsh,
even then, for a first child;
but a second offence
from sex in the season of abstinence
spoke incorrigibility,
hanging from a bough not being enough,
and dishing out of harsher stuff.
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